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The door to Tay’s office comes flying open without a single knock. He doesn’t even need to look up from the files he’s reviewing for approval to know who has the gall to just storm in his office unannounced. There’s only one person who does that and Tay lets him everytime.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Vihokratana. Mister…”
“Techaapaikhun,” Tay completes in a heartbeat. He sets the paperwork in his hands down on top of his table and meets the other man’s expression just in time to watch the distaste on his face, that he makes zero effort of hiding, in response to Tay’s secretary’s lack of familiarity with him.
The man in question normally doesn’t get offended by things like this but he only ever pays Tay a visit here when he’s either over the moon or under a lot of stress. He doesn’t look too happy so Tay guesses it’s the latter, and Tay might have the slightest idea why.
By the door, Tay’s secretary seems to be deep in thought at the mention of the family name until the apprehension she sports in worry of getting scolded by Tay morphs into one of embarrassment. Tay assumes she finally caught on and is now aware of who is the other person they’re with.
She’s a temporary replacement while Tay’s previous secretary is on leave. She’s only been here for two days and there’s a lot running in his mind lately so Tay didn’t have the chance to brief her about situations like this.
“Mr. Techaapaikhun insisted he needs to talk to you and I couldn’t stop him from barging in before I could reach you on the line.”
Her words are so careful that Tay feels sorry that she has to be in the first line of defense against the other man’s…well, Tay presupposes it’s rage , if the weight of the atmosphere around him is any less an indicator.
“It’s alright, Namtaan. You may leave me and Mr. Techaapaikhun.” Tay has to stop himself from letting out a chuckle when Namtaan visibly lets out a sigh of relief for getting off the hook unscathed.
All the while, the other man, who has gone quiet but maintains a strong presence in the room as if it’s his to begin with, waits for them to finish talking. Tay knows he’s a busy man as Tay is so this must be really important that he’s willing to wait for Tay to give his secretary the go signal to leave them. He might be mad but at least he’s patient enough to do that.
“And Namtaan, please cancel my meetings for the rest of the day. Tell anyone who comes to talk to me that I’m busy.”
Tay takes the liberty of locking the door once his secretary is out then maneuvers across the room and back towards his desk. This time he sits on the edge of it instead of taking his place behind it on his swivel chair.
He looks at the other man who stands at an excruciatingly far distance from him when he could’ve been a hair away the moment the lock on the door clicked shut. “To what do I owe the pleasure of New Thitipoom Techaapaikhun’s company?”
“Cut the bullshit, Tae.”
Tay is relieved he still gets the privilege of being called by that nickname despite the sour taste that comes along with it.
“On a scale of 1 to a blowjob, how mad are you at me?”
“You’re brave to think I want your mouth anywhere near me right now.”
Contrary to his words, New comes closer to Tay on his own accord and Tay thinks that’s a good start until New throws his phone right at Tay’s face without warning. Oh, he is mad . If Tay was only a beat late to catch it, the phone would’ve landed on his nose and Tay doesn’t really want to stress about a swollen bridge on top of all his problems at this moment.
He isn’t sure what to do with New’s phone but he takes one look at the screen and is surprised to see a article headline shouting at him in bold letters.
Vihokratana Industries CEO set to marry Jiravechsoontornkul heiress
No, that shouldn’t be out to the public yet.
Tay must’ve thought that out loud because New says, “Were you planning to keep it from me?” This time his voice is more betrayed than vexed, and Tay has to will himself up from where he’s sitting to approach New. He takes his hand in his the way he always does when New is upset, and he’s thankful New doesn’t brush him off. “How can you be so cool about this? Don’t tell me you want this because I swear to god I will punch your face so hard, you’ll never see the light for days.”
Feisty. New has the face of an innocent cat but nudge him in the wrong places and he won’t hesitate to chew your head off. But Tay isn’t as cool about this as New makes him out to be. In fact, he’s losing his mind over this and maybe a hundred other things. New being one of them.
“I’m trying to find a way out of this arrangement so I didn’t see the need to tell you. I didn’t want you to worry like this.”
They agreed the engagement announcement shouldn’t be out until next week so he’s probably just as confused as New is right now with the news breaking out. Tay gave himself that much time to find a solution to all of this.
“Why?” Tay is evidently puzzled and New seems to notice so he asks again. “Why do you have to marry her when you’re with me?”
The thing is they’ve known each other for 20 years, been friends for 14 and been together for three. They may have started off on the wrong foot because their fathers have had a long-standing feud before they were even born but spending most of their lives together at the same school and university was a trap waiting to happen.
Tay thinks it’s funny how they’ve always had stellar performances at university and their fathers think it’s because they want to outdo the other but joke’s on them. They ended up being each other’s support system instead.
They should hate each other but how could they when the other person is the one who best understands their struggles as the gay kid bound to inherit a business empire? It shouldn’t be an issue because their preference shouldn’t have anything to do with their capacities to run their family businesses but they work in an industry dominated by patriarchs with very fragile egos.
They’re both qualified and hardworking enough to deserve everything they’ve achieved up to this point but not everyone has the same judgment and honestly fuck them.
Long story short: they fell in love but have to keep their relationship a secret, though he thinks they haven’t really been doing a good job at hiding. There’s New’s frequent visits to his office and his at New’s. There’s the dinner dates. New practically lives in his pad now to the extent that he has his own side of the closet because his things are slowly piling up. Tay likes to sleep in them so New indulges him by bringing more each time.
“It’s part of a merger deal with the Jiravechsoontornkuls. I don’t even have a say in this. I may be my company’s CEO but my father still has the upper hand.”
“What do they have to offer that my family can’t? I’ll talk my dad into doing business with VI so you won’t have to marry someone else. I’ll have the best business proposal that even your father can’t say no. Maybe he’ll even beg you to marry me.”
“Hin, you know how it is between our fathers. I love you but what you’re suggesting makes it seem like I’m marrying you for convenience. No, I can’t do that to you. You don’t deserve that.”
“And you think you do? You think Mild deserves that?”
No , Tay thinks. We all deserve to be with the one who makes us feel like flying while also keeping us grounded. And that person has always been New for him.
“I don’t have a choice, New.”
He tells New about everything, but the one thing he doesn’t is how his company is on the brink of failing. The marriage wouldn’t even be up for discussion if things didn’t spiral down to this. The moment they told him about the arrangement, there was nothing else on his mind but New so he politely declined. It ended in a heated argument with his father and he’d say it was worth it. New always is. But the old man insisted this is the only way they can save VI.
Tay asked for a week before they announce it to the media so he can take that time to think about a solution that’s why he’s surprised it’s out for everyone to gossip about and what’s worse is that he had to find out from the very person he wanted to keep it from.
“You do and I’m one of them so listen to me.” As if words aren’t enough to make Tay obey, New boldly lifts Tay’s chin up just so they’re meeting eye to eye. “I’m ready whenever you dec ide you are, too.”
Tay believes the pressure is getting into his boyfriend’s head. If the marriage isn’t happening at all, would he step up to suggest they reveal their relationship to their families? Tay honestly doesn’t have the energy to overthink about this right now and thank god he doesn’t have to because before it takes over his mind, New takes control of his mouth.
New doesn’t like wasting time so he only gives a few nibbles on Tay’s lower lip before his fingers rest on Tay’s jaw to hold him in place just as New’s tongue probes past the cracks between his lips. It’s territory New has explored so many times before but he’s never failed to let Tay know that it still gets him amused.
Tay notices the hesitation in New’s movements when the thrumming against the skin of his biceps comes to an abrupt stop. Tay assures him, encourages even, to keep going by snaking his arms around New’s waist so he can pull him closer.
New seems to get the message because his hands are back to working their wonders, rubbing Tay’s arms up and down to get him heated, all while his tongue meets teeth, the inside of Tay’s cheek, and finally the other’s tongue.
The inside of New’s mouth is wet and warm, and it tastes exactly how Tay remembers it—sweet; always having a hint of the strawberry-flavored candy his boyfriend loves keeping in his suit pockets.
A spark shoots up Tay’s spine when New’s mouth leaves his and moves down to his neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along his way. He throws his head back to accommodate him and it’s when New sucks on his adam’s apple does Tay lose his senses.
New knows key information when it comes to Tay’s body; knows all the right buttons and what to do with them to elicit emotions and reactions the way only he can, and Tay is aware that he likes using it to his advantage.
But New isn’t the only one who knows how to play his chess pieces well so with one swift move, Tay takes control of the situation and of New. He navigates across his office so they’re in front of the loveseat New chose himself exactly for this purpose. Tay pushes him so his lower back meets the throw pillow stationed there and New immediately relaxes at the new position while watching Tay go down on his knees across from him.
Tay hates that he has to make an extra effort to get his boyfriend out of his clothes today but he loves a challenge. The first one out of the way are New’s dress shoes and socks. The atmosphere is starting to heat up but Tay can’t resist teasing his boyfriend so he tickles the sole of his right foot playfully.
“Tae!”
That gets him laughing while New’s expression turns akin to a grumpy cat.
“Don’t be too loud now, Hin. We don’t want anyone knowing what’s going on in here.”
“Please, everyone on the other side of that door probably knows we’re fucking, except that new secretary of yours. Where’s Mook?”
“She went to visit her family in Chiang Mai. Enough about other people, and more of you and me please.” Tay snaps.
It’s usually Tay who doesn’t know when to shut up but on the rare times that it’s New, Tay makes sure he takes care of it. Sometimes maybe a little too well.
One glance at the protruding bulge that catches Tay’s attention and the irritated look he has on is quickly replaced with delight. He has all day for this so he cups the tent forming under New’s trousers with his hand and it fits there perfectly that he has to admire the feeling of it against his palm for a second before he squeezes to see how New would react.
And New doesn’t disappoint when he squeaks. One out of the many things Tay loves about him is how he always lets out these unusual sounds during sex. It’s entertaining and Tay has grown accustomed to them that he anticipates if there’s going to be a new one each time.
New’s hands fly over Tay’s locks of dark hair while Tay works on freeing his cock. Tay does things painfully slow today and New hates it so he asserts dominance by pulling Tay’s hair back which surprises him.
“You’re doing it on purpose,” New barks. This time he doesn’t wait for Tay to get things done. He pops the button holding his suit pants together and pulls the zipper down afterwards. All the while, Tay watches how impatient New is getting in a newfound amusement.
Tay doesn’t want to appear useless so he hooks his fingers inside the waistband of New’s underwear and brings both that and his pants down in one go. New spreads his legs to make the process more smooth, and in no time, the chilling air of the A/C hits New’s cock which makes him squirm. He almost retracts his legs but Tay holds his thighs still. And in no time, those two pieces of clothing are the first ones thrown across the room.
The sight of his boyfriend’s soft milky legs always flips a switch in Tay. It’s like an 8th wonder to him, and what do you do with something as beautiful as this? Admire it. Tay shows that in the way he drops butterfly kisses on every area of New’s thighs he could reach.
His hands maintain their place on his kneecaps to keep him spread out and bared for him to see. New’s skin is a wide canvas and Tay is the artist leaving his mark on every inch of his body. He sucks red patches along New’s inner thigh and New indulges him by hooking his legs around Tay’s torso and pulling him closer.
When he’s satisfied in painting New’s skin, Tay drops gentle pecks along a trail until he stops right at New’s hole. It’s just as pink as the first time Tay set his eyes on it, and it makes not only the hair on the back of his neck but also what’s down south stand up.
Pretty , is the only word he can muster.
“Like what you see?”
Tay looks up to meet New’s eyes, ones already staring down at him, upon hearing the question and he smiles so tenderly that New might’ve melted. “I like everything that has to do with you.”
“Yeah? And I like you naked so can you please?”
New doesn’t have to ask twice because Tay yields to his request easily. Whipped, whipped Tay.
Watching him strip must’ve been a turn on for New because while New’s eyes are stuck on him, New’s hands can’t keep themselves still.
Tay has to roll his eyes in response to the smirk that blooms across New’s lips knowing full well how touching himself affects Tay. He watches as New wraps his hand around his own cock the same way New ogles his body just as he discards the last article of clothing covering him.
“Keep yourself hard for me,” Tay orders. New obliges.
Tay turns his back but he still feels New’s intense gaze on him while he walks towards his desk to retrieve a bottle of lube and a packet of condom. Once he’s got them, he’s pleased to see New with his head thrown back, lips parted, legs spread wide, and hand working up and down his shaft.
“My good boy.” Tay kisses the crown of his head before sinking down to latch his mouth around the head of New’s dick next. The vibration Tay’s mouth sends across New’s length when he hums is enough to draw a curse out of New’s lips and Tay has to commend himself for it.
Tay traces the outlines of the veins of New’s cock and it’s like pushing the right buttons everytime because New responds with a buck of his hips or a soft hiss, but Tay’s tongue doesn’t stay there long. He undeniably loves every part of New’s body but right now his boyfriend’s entrance calls for him in screams that it’s so hard to resist.
The ring of muscle looks so inviting so Tay dives right down to swirl his tongue in continuous circles around the skin there. He decides it isn’t wet enough with just his saliva so he pops the lube’s bottle cap off. He looks up at New, who is back to pumping his own length, to ask if he’s okay with what Tay is going to do next. New looks down at him with half-lidded eyes and gives his go signal with a soft please.
Just when the light turns green, Tay coats his index and middle fingers evenly with the cool liquid. He lets some of the excess lube drip over New’s hole then he presses the tip of his middle finger to tease before he prods into New’s entrance. It’s slow and sure until New engulfs him half-way through, and when New least expects it, Tay slams his finger deep inside him.
New gives Tay the affirmation he needs when New breathes out a moan. It’s the loudest one yet and Tay takes that as a sign to keep going. He watches his finger appear and disappear through New’s hole at a steady pace and by New’s request, he adds his index in.
Tay pushes in and out of New until he’s begging for a third but instead of heeding, Tay opts for scissoring him open. The act gets New’s head lolling to the side along with a muffled whisper of more, more and Tay gives it to him just as he asks.
New looks so beautiful like this—with his translucent skin shining in sweat, the lines of his forehead wrinkled in a way that makes him look more attractive, and his hands moving endlessly across Tay’s bare shoulders and arms.
“Tay, I’m ready for you.”
Just his words make Tay’s cock ache in want, in need.
“Okay.” Tay stands up from where he’s been kneeling on the floor and the strain in his muscles only comes once he’s on his feet. “How do you want me?”
New doesn’t say anything for a while like he’s thinking things through. “Come here.” His legs shake a bit when he rises from the couch and he’s careful to lead Tay to the exact same position he was just in. “We won’t be needing this.” The metallic foil is gripped away from Tay’s hand and like the rest of New’s clothes, it’s slung at a corner. “I want you to cum inside me.”
Tay knows this is New being possessive of him.
But with his cum inside him or not, he is New’s. That doesn’t change but if that is how New wants it, then that’s how Tay will give it.
He’s pulled out of his own thoughts when New settles to sit on his stomach, straddling him. New smiles at him when his boyfriend runs the crack between his ass up and down his length, transferring some of the residue left there from when Tay fingered him ready.
A groan vibrates out of Tay’s throat so New does it again and again, just moving up and down to feel Tay’s cock, but not really sinking down to push Tay inside him. Tay puts his hands to good use when he starts fondling New’s ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging before he gets brave enough to slap them.
“Ahh..”
Meanwhile, Tay busies his mouth by taking New’s right nipple in. He swirls his tongue in a circular motion until it perks up and hardens. Tay does the same thing with the other one while twisting the one he just freed between his fingertips. He must be doing a good job because New pauses for a second to release a long breath.
New lifts his lower body just a bit while stroking Tay’s length to steady him in place. Tay understands where it’s going so he presses his lips against New’s to catch the moan that leaves his mouth when New slowly sinks down on Tay.
Tay kisses him senseless to distract New from the pain that shoots up his hole as every inch of Tay enters him. So tight.
New’s breaths become more erratic in his mouth with every second that passes, and when Tay bottoms out, New loses it.
“You okay, Hin?” Tay’s voice is laced with concern when he asks. He snakes his hand around to soothe New’s lower back, giving New ample time to get used to Tay inside him by drawing smooth circles on his tailbone.
New nods while alternating between inhales and exhales, and once his breathing stables, he rests his palms against Tay’s chest. The muscles there are firm. And for a moment he forgets the cock twitching inside him because he wants to take his time worshipping Tay’s well-built body.
“Practice what you preach,” New teases when a loud fuck from Tay pulsates around the room as New rolls his hips without warning.
Tay doesn’t allow him to say anything more because he claims New’s mouth once again, pressing wild mine, mine, mine’ s on every inch of his lips, of his jawline, of his neck, leaving his marks where he knows everyone can see.
New knows his body so well, but Tay guides him through it, keeping his hold on either side of his waist so he’s helping New move. Up, down, up, down.
“Just like that, baby. You’re doing so well.”
The new endearment sparks a wildfire in New’s stomach. Tay doesn’t really call him anything else except his name around others, and ‘Hin’ when it’s just the two of them.
New has a newfound bravery from having been called that so he lifts himself up until there’s only the head of Tay’s dick inside him then proceeds to slam back down, hard. It gets both of them spitting out loud curses that they’ve been holding back all this time.
“Faster, baby,” Tay commands then laps at the skin below New’s ear, biting it so he encourages another moan from him.
New doesn’t say anything, just follows as he’s told. He takes a strong grip on Tay’s thighs behind him and rides him so good that Tay pulls him down so his teeth sink in New’s collarbones, biting down hard enough to earn an angry hiss from New.
Tay matches New’s rhythm and answers back his slam-downs with thrust-ups. The sensation of being and having the other inside them has both of them feeling lightheaded.
There’s so much noise happening outside with the honking of cars down the street, the angry sounds of photocopy machines, the click of computer keyboards, and the employee chatters. Here in Tay’s office, the only sounds that resonate around are the slaps of skin against skin, the lewd ohhs and ahh s , and the occasional harder, Tae s .
Tay would take these any day.
The pressure that comes along with every drop of New’s body against Tay’s feels too much especially when Tay hits the spot that makes New see stars.
“R-right there.”
Those words from New puts a halt to the shared control they have prior since Tay decides to take full control of the situation. He urges New to relax by rubbing circles on his waist as if saying I got you.
Tay sure does. He uses the strength from his legs to lift himself and New up, then maneuvers them both so he can lay New down on the expanse of the couch, giving extra effort so they stay connected.
He looms over New who allows him to steer the towards the direction he wants to go.
Tay makes an experimental push just to be sure it’s the right spot, and when New answers with a throw of his head back, Tay does it again.
New slings his arms around Tay’s neck and pulls him in for another kiss while his legs are hooked behind Tay’s ankles so he can pull him closer.
“Tae, faster.”
Tay does as New wants. His movements grow more and more frantic with every push and pull he makes. He wants to close his eyes to focus on the feeling of New’s tight hold around him but he notices New’s hand slipping down on his shaft and Tay can’t miss the chance to watch him.
New notices too so he syncs the movement of his hand with the movement of Tay’s hips pounding in and out of him.
“So close…”
At that point they no longer know who says it first or if the other says it at all. One thing they’re sure of is that they’re both about to reach their climax. New feels it in the way Tay’s thrusts become more urgent. Tay does too in the way New’s body becomes rigid.
The faster Tay moves, the tighter his grip becomes on the sides of New’s body, the tips of his nails leaving red lines across New’s skin and drawing a bit of blood out when he scratches a little too hard. He takes a mental note to apologize to New about it later.
One long breath is drawn out of New’s mouth and that’s when he feels the warm, sticky substance blanketing over his and New’s stomachs. He feels his boyfriend’s body go limp under him and he watches as New’s eyes slowly shut in exhaustion.
Seeing New in that state is the last push Tay needed to release his too. He cums in slow waves inside New, spreading his warmth all over and making sure he gets every last drop pooling inside of him before Tay pulls out. He stays close, dropping his head down to slot his and New’s lips together again, but this time going much slower so he can relish in the taste of strawberry and sweat.
“Dinner with my dad tomorrow?”
Tay decides he’s ready to risk it all for New.